...and that's where I am now- well kind of. I'm at my Vermont home. Being a college student is a lot like being a gypsy. I've never slept in so many different places in such a short time- my brother's floor, airport terminals, my sister's couch, the Saint Olaf library, the Boundary Waters of Northern Minnesota, a nice bed in the creaky attic of Mom's new apartment. . . and soon I can add a bed at Oxford to that list. I can't say its like being homeless because there are always people that I love at each location, and there's a kind of home in that. But this next adventure has the peculiarity of being the loneliest, at least at the beginning. No Gui, Pol, Katie, Joe Mom or Sam; no Carmen, Julie, Bjorn, Taylor, Pat, Dan, Erin, or many others. Many of you will be going on your own adventures as I embark on mine, and I know that is how it ought to be. Even though I am a little afraid of going one solo, I know that the adventures we have on our own make the ones we take together stand out more. In a sense, I'll never be able to go back home again whether that Mom's cozy attic or my room with Julie in Mellby. There's always some sort of metaphorical scouring of the Shire. . . but I know I'll always be able to come back to good friends- and that is an encouraging thought.
So, this blog is to keep you all up to speed in the meantime. I hope to write letters and emails to supplement this blog, but this is the best way I can think of keeping everyone in the loop! This first post is a bit of a tester, and therefore abbreviated, but keep an eye out! Adventure proper starts in three days, this Tuesday. I always liked Tuesdays. Their modest position in the week makes me feel that they're hiding something. . .
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